Thursday, November 30, 2006

The Good Feeling of Cartoons

As I watched the Merry Christmas,
Charlie Brown, was thinking about
how many times I watched it with
my kids.

Then something happen that I didn't
remember all those years or took it for
granted and it almost made me feel
kind of funny.

Like the political correct people were
going to swoop down and condemn
the show.

See, Charlie Brown after being made fun
of, because of his choice of Christmas tree,
said to his friends. "Maybe I don't understand
what Christmas is all about, can any one
explain.?" And then it happen..

Linus stepped to center stage (they were
all on a stage for the play), with his blanket.
And he asked for a light, which the spotlight
shined on him as he explain Christmas.

The real Christmas, the Wisemen, and the
star, and the manger, from start to finish.
The birth of Jesus.

And I thought, wow, what my kids and I
took for granted, now is a special thing.
And the political correct police didn't swoop
down and close the show off. And hopefully
there won't be some idiot somewhere who
will take offense, and try to keep the show off.

I don't know how often this show has been
playing in the past years, being I don't have
any little ones around to watch it with. Or if
it has been playing. But it sure made me
think, how off the beaten path we have become.
How the minority seems to be ruling.
And how when the music started, I left the
kitchen and sat and watched it..something
about that music..that makes you feel good.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Living in Egypt at the River de Nile

As we get older and some of our senses
seem to fade, we enter the country of
Egypt and live near the river de Nile.

Especially when this brings in to light
our sight or hearing. I think hearing is
the worse one. We tell people that we
have selected hearing, our children tell
us that for years, so that works.

I have taken up the ..."oh, I didn't know
that," for an answer I know I am going to
have to give and if I was lucky I caught
maybe 3 words of the sentence. The more
noise (radio, TV, crowds) the worse it is for
me. I told the ear doctor, it just seems like
everyone is mumbling. He looked at me, and
said the standard... every one??? are you living
in Egypt near the river...of denial?? (we all have
heard that many times.) and we both laughed.

So over a week ago, I went in to have my ears
checked. He made all these marks up and down
a graph like thingie. Then he took his red pen and
drew a line about where the x's and o's were.
Explaining that the top was the lowest of sounds.

In the river of denial, I said, "well that means I am not
too bad, as my marks are near the red line". He looked
at me... and smiled.. "you don't understand.. from the
red line up.. that is where normal hearing people are."
There goes that dang river again.

Seems I hear vowels better than the other.Which is
normal he said. And he said in a silent room, I probably
hold my own.

Bottom line, my parents and society were right. If
I kept up that loud Rock and Roll music... I would
be deaf by 50... well, I lasted a little longer..

So it is hearing aids for me. Now what kind? They
have come out with some pretty neat ones. Listening
to the pros and cons..... I picked the over hear one.
Longer battery live. Less problems due to wax and etc.
(this is more than you want to read). As it turned out
it was a good choice as contrary to everyone's belief,
my ears are not connected by a straight shot tunnel,
letting light shine thru. Seems I have a curvy inter ear.
Told him that was ok, because vanity went out the
window about 5 years ago.

So when you are around me after next week.. better
watch out, I will be able to hear you, and hear your
muttering. Can't wait to hear something maybe they
don't think I can hear.

But gosh, darn it... that good old Rock and Roll,
was good, loud. Bill Hailey and the Comets, Fats
Domino, Little Richard, and all the rest...

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Well, I Have Blown It.

I have worked hard over the
past 3 years to lose weight.
I was afraid when I retired I
would get fatter yet, as I have
seen other aides do so.

I was already in trouble with
my breathing. So about the
time I took up blogging, I
decided to do something about
it. So I would walk around town.

Then in February of that year,
I decided to try walking down
to the old K-mart building and
back. Without stopping was my
goal. It took 4 months but I did it.

I had a partner in the beginning,
but she dropped out 3 months
later, by that time I was in the
swing of it. So headphones on,
and the beautiful view, I kept up
the walk. Got it down to 40 minutes.
It is 2.7 miles round trip. My breathing
was better, I had lost 18 pounds.

Then winter settle in with snow,
and while having good lungs was
good, a broken leg would not be.
So gave it up.

But the King and I got a treadmill,
for each other for Christmas. We did
great. We both walked on it every day.
Up to March. Then the weather was getting
nicer. So started walking about town
again. And treadmill on rainy days.

I gave up the long walk as the state
was tearing up all of the land near
the road. So just did the town and
garden work for the summer.

Gain 2 or 3 pounds as the summer
went on. Then trip to San Diego, in
Septemeber, eating out... 5 more
pounds.

And now Thanksgiving. And it is
forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
I ate, fried Chorizo and peppers.
I ate dressing and dark meat turkey.

Oh, if that was only the sin of food
that I partaken in. But no, I ate salted
walnuts, and the before snacks of
Thanksgiving day. And the extras.

Turnips, one of my favorites, I did well
with. If only I had stopped there. But the
pumpkin pie was calling, sliver pieces,
to go with my cheesecake with strawberries,

And turkey sandwiches, with latte's,
Oh, Father, I sin so much... you decided
to help me out... as I stepped on the
scale, I saw that you added 5 more pounds
to help me thru the winter...like as if I
am a Shetland pony.

So it was back to chicken and salad for
dinner. But then later in the evening, in
comes the Grandson, with a Michael
Special... he works for a local pizza
place. And before I could stop and think
a piece popped in to my mouth.

I have got to do something. I would
put on a pair of spandex to show myself
how bad it is. But I doubt I could even get
in one and I am scared someone
might think the Goodyear Blimp has
fallen out of the sky.

Yep, I HAVE BLOWN IT.
and along comes Christmas.
As the ghost of Christmas past
haunts me. You see the treadmill
is in our bedroom, with sheets over
it, so the cat can't get hair in it.

So make mine salad, please.

Monday, November 27, 2006

The Comforts of Life

As I sit here tonight getting ready
to post date a blog for tomorrow.
I watch as the snow comes down
ever so gently, yet persistence.

There is something soothing about
watching the snow at night in the street
light, as it flies by. Makes you feel
that all is good.

Having come back from a wonderful
5 days with Son #4 and his wonderful
wife,and kids, we feel so complete. It was a
comfort. In many ways.

When one is in their 60's, you wonder
did you do it right? And after these past
5 days, I can say yes, I did it right.

I am the first to tell you that I did NOT
form my children's lives. What they have
become, is from hard work of emotions,
working ethnics, society, and family.

I feel I put down the foundation in the
first 18 years. After that each one of my
children have done all the work. I am
proud of them.

I got to see 3 out of the 4 son's. (the
other lives in Wisconsin) and to sit
there and watch them as they interact.
To see them with their families. Their
children. I am so proud, brings me
great comfort, to see them all turn out
so well.

On the way home, after getting off the
plane and in the car, we start out in
a storm blowing evening. We arrive in
Coeur d' Alene and the snow is getting
a bit deeper. Yet, we decided to make a
quick trip to Costco for some supplies.

And then headed for home. The snow was
blowing more, the snow was deeper on the
road (where the heck are the snow plows).

Yet, I don't know if it is the after glow of the
holiday, but everyone drove quietly north.
Driving at speeds of 25 mph sometimes, as some
poor soul is doing their best to keep going.
Yet, no 4x4 zoomed by, no one got pushy.
The traffic from Cda to Sandpoint, was a
slow by still going drive. It took an hour and 12
minutes.

One poor soul that we passed, had a low
number Alberta plate. She was older, and
was hanging on to the wheel with both
hands and leaning forward. I am sure
when a lot of us (about 12)
that pass, she must have felt better with
out all the traffic behind her.

So we all drove in to Sandpoint, all safe
and sound, and as we drove home to 4 inches
of snow, a warm house, the happiest puppy
alive, and a cat who looked at us in disgust,
as she baby sat the puppy. She and the
grandson. The house was all still good.

And we are glad to be home, the best little
spot of the earth for us. Hope you all had
a great Thanksgiving...

And now... onward, and forward... the
push of Christmas... BAH HUMBUG...

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Misty and the King


We are sleeping this one out....
have a Happy Thanksgiving................................................

Friday, November 17, 2006

To Daughters and Sons Everywhere

About 16 or 17 years ago I bought this
poem in a booklet form. It was on top of
the Space Needle in Seattle.

I gave it to my daughter. I had one myself...
but lost it. Then I came across it on the
internet and made a copy on the computer
so I would always have a copy.
I did not write this... I give full credit to the author.
It was beautifully written.
I hope you all enjoy it.

I will be leaving for a week.. to enjoy
time with family. So talk at you 11-27-06.

Happy Thanksgiving...
may you have wonderful friends and
great family to enjoy it with...
here is the poem.


Did I tell You?
By Elizabeth Knapp


Did I tell you?
A message to a daughter as she
is almost grown—by Elizabeth Knapp



Now that you are almost grown I look
back and ask myself. Did I tell you?

Did I tell you all that I meant to tell
you, all that I felt was important.

Did I tell you or was it lost in the shuffle
of our everyday lives. The busy
full days, when we taught and didn’t
know it. What did we teach? Was it
strong? Was it good? Will it root you
in something real that will allow you
to grow with a firm and sound foundation?
Did I tell you….

Did I tell you to love, not with a fair
weather love, but with a love that
accepts and cherishes unconditionally.
Love not with a quick and passing
love, but with a love that is a quiet peace
within your heart.

Did I tell you to be thoughtful. Not to be
a martyr or doormat to be trod
upon, but to be aware of other people
and their needs. To meet others with
awareness and within your own frame
work be able to meet them halfway
and on occasion go the other half joyfully.

Did I tell you to be courteous. Not to
display empty manners with no meaning
but to live the courtesy born of caring.
And to express this caring through the
small formalities and customs born of the years.

Did I tell you to be bold. To be not afraid
of the unknown, but to live life to
the fullest and meet each new experience
with joy and anticipation.

And did I tell you to be cautious. To temper
your daring and sense of
adventure with good judgment and consideration.

Did I tell you to serve other people, if
only in a small way. There is growth
and satisfaction in being part of something
larger than yourself and your life
will be richer for knowing this.

Did I tell you to maintain a sense of the past.
To recall and uphold all that is
best and meaningful in our country and
in our society. But never be afraid to
speak out where you don’t believe or where
there is room for improvement.
Work for what you believe, but work in a
positive way within a structure of
order and reason.

Did I tell you to find a part of nature
that speaks to you then know it intimately
and well. For some it is a mountain peak,
for some a windswept beach. Find
your own and in it find your restoration.
Did I tell you to laugh, to dance, to sing.
There is a lot in life that is hard, but
take it as it comes and find the good and
make time to dance.

Did I tell you to be creative to explore the
seed within you. Find your creative
spirit and let it grow.

And did I tell you the joy and challenge of
being a woman. The joy of having
a child… knowing and sharing a new life.
The joy of making a home… the
center but not the limit for the lives of those
you love. The joy of exploring a
third dimension….a world of your own…
discovering an fulfilling your own
capabilities.

Did I tell you these things as we went along
the way? If I did I am humbly grateful.
If I did not then, you must choose
for yourself. If it has meaning,
accept it and make it your own. If it does not,
discard it. Your life is yours to
build as you choose.

DID I TELL YOU……


Copyright 1974 by Elizabeth Knapp
All rights reserved ..published by
the Creative Kitchen
2284 W. Palo Alto Ave, Fresno, Ca. 93711
FOR ALL WHO HAVE WONDERED…DID I TELL YOU?

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Life's little Aggravations

Life's little Aggravations.
Or Morning Interruptus.

Each morning I get up, take
the puppy outside to do her
business, while I gather the
papers from the box.

I head into the house, turn on
the TV to the New York feed we
have, so I can catch the show I
like. At 6am. And then with it
in the background, I read the
papers and drink my coffee.

I clicked on the New York feed of
ABC, and walked towards the dining
room table on Tuesday morning.

I heard Curious George. Mumbling
back to the control, thinking my
nimble fingers had failed me in my
channel selection, I switch to it again.
Again Curious George. I see it keeps
going to 249, no matter how many times
I punch in 245. So I go up one channel,
to my surprise I see a Dish Network man
talking about how the government is making
them dump distance feeds to customers.
So if you are having a distance feed, after
December 1st. you won't. But this is the 14th
of November, I think to myself. They tell you to
go to www.saveourchannel.com and complaint
to the government. There will be a form there. NOT.

So I sent off, a remark to the Contact Us, Dish
Network. I am sure there will be nothing done.
Once these things start.. it is rare that it stops.

Another aggravating point is my bill came
in yesterday. I paid it yesterday afternoon.
They bill ahead of the game. So I am being
charge for something I am not going to get.
Even if they restore it tonight, for 20 days,
I don't. Oh, that seems to be the other kicker.
It seems, if I understood it right..they will
no longer give me the local free as they
have in the past. It was part of the package.
NOT anymore.

Then I get home from having my hair done.
I have NO NETWORKS. Not local or distance.
So I call the 1-800 number. Get the same
run around. After hashing it back and forth.
I get my locals back anyway.

Then I get a email from the Main office, I think.
And they tell me ...."You can not have both
feeds. You can not have New York.
I wrote back and said yes, I can. I paid for it
in October to have both until the 20 of Nov.
And I just paid my bills so I have it paid
for both to Dec. 20.

Got another one back from them, again telling
me I can not have both feeds, but they gave me
ABC. Now does that make sense? If I can have
one, why not the other. If I paid for them, why can't
I have them until Dec. 1st? So I wrote back and
told them REFUND MY MONEY. So I wait their
next answer.

Then I got to wonder, why have satellite?
Which I am sure would thrill the cable people.

We get the New York feed so the King can
watch all the shows. He goes to bed at 8-8:30 pm.
As he has to get up before the crack of dawn.
He will not be happy. As the West Coast starts
when he goes to bed. And no, we aren't taping,
as who wants to watch his game shows a day
late.

This is a revolting development, as Ollie
would say to Stan.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Cynical or Gullible

Which are you? Over the past 10 or 20 years
I have lean towards the cynical, and some times
it has been good, and some times not so good.
But got to admit, I rely on it some times. If things
don’t add up, then there is something wrong there.

So where the heck was my cynic radar last week?
I read the story in the paper. I gave it credence,
because it was from an out of town paper report.
But that really isn’t a good excuse.

Why didn’t I look at it like I usually do? The old
measure of : believe quarter of what you hear & read, and
half of what you see. A long time motto, I have used
many times. If it doesn’t add up… it isn’t right.

After the fact, which is not really a good way to do
things, I can see I jumped the gun. I didn’t do the
math.

I still believe the young lady was wronged. I still
believe the young man got way too light of a sentence.
I don’t believe he deserved 15 years. But I believe he
should have served some time (6 months?). I
believed he should have to do a lot more community
service than he was given. And I think he
should have to take sensitivity classes. He obviously
did not think when he spoke, and he needs to understand
the seriousness of what he called a joke. And if the
Prosecuting Attorney did say, “don’t make waves”..then he
should be Mr. Davis’s classmate.

Did the Judge in fact make the remarks that were quoted
her? It will be a while before that will be known by the
public. And will the outraged public believe her? If
the P.A. backs her, right now the mood of the public,
is not in a forgiving mood. Did she say, she could
understand how this happen because she has sons, and
some one else made the “boys will be boys” of it ?
The lawyer the victim’s family contacted and the defense
lawyer thing, does not set well either.

Which brings a lot of this down to where the information
came from. The paper media. The Hagadone Paper Network.
Did the reporter tell the truth? Did he tell it like he thought it was?
He reported the father of the victim remarks. Where could he
go with the story if he could only get one side. Did he try
to get information from the Davis side? Did the father’s side
add up?

Well the lesson learn here, at least for me.. is to THINK…
Put into gear my old motto…. Believe a quarter of what
you read and half of what you see…

And please, let us all hope the real story comes out. The
truth.. not the spin.

Hindsight is always better than foresight, unfortunately.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Dark Rooms and Pictures...

I was reading Slight Detour and she
was talking about how she went to
local paper when she was teaching,
and she watched as they developed
pictures. Which struck up a memory.

My mother had a friend who was a
photographer for the U.S. Naval War College
in Newport, R.I. And he taught her how
to develop her own pictures.

We had a Cape Cod house, so there
were not a lot of rooms in the house. The only
one she could do was the bathroom. As it
was small but also had one tiny window, so
could be blacked out with paper making it
a good dark room for her.

My brother and I would be warn
with death if we ever ever open that
door when it was shut. Now I don't know
why, but that is like telling kids to not put
beans up your nose. (which she would say and
of course we would do, as soon as she
left to go out to dinner with my dad.) Maybe
she figured we would be busy doing that and
not other things.

But I wander here. We use to smell
horrible smells coming from under the
door. And if she trusted us.. one at a
time, she would take us inside to see
what she was doing. But don't touch
the door, no matter how much it stank.
We could watch her run the film thru 3 baths.
And hang the negatives from the shower curtain
on a heavy string by clothes pins.

It was with wonderment as she turn on
the red light, and put in the negative and we
would see the picture show up on the blank
paper below. And watched as she enlarged
it to fill up the page. And to watch her run
the film thru 3 baths.

I am sure she did this so we would
understand why not to open the door.
Which worked. We never open the door
again. But she did.. when I told her thru
the door that, my brother had let the inheat
female dog out of the basement with our
other male dog... she flew out of that
room.....door open... pictures ruin...
one spanked son... one smiling sister.

Gosh, what a pain I must have been.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Am I old? Will I be Obsolete?

One night while bored, I check
on next blog on blogspot. There
are some really weird ones out
there. And many nice ones too.

By the one thing I read or tried to
read is the short version of our
language.

culd = could
pls or plz= please
tmz= I think it was time.. it was the
only word that fit the rest of the sentence.

I think of all those years of spelling test.
All those years of having to ace them.
Which by the way, I didn't.

All those years, I drummed the right
letters in to words with my own children.
Many hours and some times battles of
words to get to the point of at least 8 of 10.
20 of 25.

And now this. When I question this I was told
it is the new quick way of typing. But I got to
ask. How does this work in school when the
teachers have them write essays? What about
spelling test? Do the kids mix it up? Do they
fail the essay because spelling counts and
they don't?

And I guess this proves their point. I got
this in my email the other day......
Believe it or not, you can read it. I cdnuolt
blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd
waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor
of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to rscheearch
at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer
in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the
olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat
ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a
taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a
porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid
deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the
wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh?

And where is this all going to go? What about
my great-grandchildren who will be in school in
5 years or less. And their children. Maybe I am
glad I won't be around to be bugged by this. As
it irritates the heck out of me now.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Misty on the Weekends

Checking to see if the grass is indeed greener on the other side of the fence.



Warming up by the heater....after too much playing outside

Friday, November 10, 2006

Ed Bradley the Face of Trust

This seems to be the year
to lose our familiar faces on
television.
Faces that we have regarded
with great trust. Peter Jennings,
and now Ed Bradley of 60 minutes.
I have always enjoyed Mr. Bradley.
He was so serious in his suit as he
looked out at us in our living rooms.
Very formal with the latest of news.
Yet, he would throw that suit jacket
over his shoulder and talk to different
people. Like they were his best friends.
Which a lot of them probably did become
that after his reporting.
He was just as comfortable talking to
heads of states, as he was with basketball
players, comedians, and even children.
He had the look of trust. And some of us
even grew old with him. I surely will miss
him as I tune in each Sunday. It just won't
be quite the same.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Proud of my little Town

I am proud of my little town.
We are small and we usually
don't get any respect. When
other towns are mention, for
some reason you don't see
our little town mention.

It is like they go from Ponderay,
and then to Clark Fork in one jump.
Some times they mention Hope. So
they go from Ponderay to Hope, in one
jump, which happens to be about 18 miles
apart. I know for sure that Clark Fork
is over 25 miles from Ponderay.

We? We are on the border of Ponderay.
About 3 miles outside of Sandpoint. Now
granted, if you blink your eyes, you will
be thru Kootenai. But you can't miss our
big pile of sawdust. And Coldwater Creek.

But on Tuesday, our little district of voters,
taking in not only the grid of the town itself,
but our slight outlaying areas of Ponder Point,
Whiskey Jack, and the back side of our town,
that is still county. We had 700!!! walking in the
door voters. Had over 400 mail ins. But can you
believe it... 700 walk in to vote.

I don't know if that is a record or not, but
I am so proud of our voting district.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Watching Elections

As I sit here eating Marianne's
way too good Pumpkin Dessert,
which I tried to promise myself
that I wouldn't. (Well, at least I
didn't put the cheesecake topping
on it...) I am watching the TV, and
checking on Huckleberries Online
for the elections results.

I smile as I see some lose or maybe
I should say, ones I like win. And sadly
see some go that I had hope would win.
See some of the numbers are adding up
for the no and yes on different changes.

My mind wonders to what the King said
as we left the school after voting.

He said, "you know, I sure wish we could
vote like Washington state does. (they
all vote by mail). And you know, I don't
think I will vote anymore, anyway."

I asked him why. And he replied," I
have looked at it over the years, and
to be honest with you, I don't see a
heck of a lot of difference two days to
years later, after I vote. Doesn't really
matter who gets in, the Democrats or
Republicans, they all raise our taxes.
I don't see where we are better off than
we were a couple years ago, and the
rest of it.. we don't have any say so
anyway. The congress does what
they want. No matter who we send,
they chime in with the others when
they get there and forget us back here."

You know, it is kind of hard to argue
with that. You know, I think I will go
get the other half of this piece of
dessert and then go to bed. All
the results will be there in the morning.
And I won't be richer for staying up to
see who gets what.

Dang, that Marianne, why did she
have to share that recipe? I sure
hope she is eating that dessert tonight
while she watches the results. I don't
want to be the only one gaining weight
here.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Rainy Days and Rainy Nights

These days aren't for cats nor dogs.
Each animal runs out and does it's
thing and back in....

I have chosen to do my Christmas cards.
I have a quarter of them done. Which
I will procrastinate and do the other, hopefully
some time between now and Christmas.

I got to admit, I am ahead of the game. I
have been known to do them on December
the 20th. At least I have started.

Be nice to get them all done before
Thanksgiving.... and then send them,
the Monday after Thanksgiving. That
would shock everyone. Except maybe
one. As she has gotten use to me
sending my Christmas card to her
in July. Or February. Just because I
can.

But I have been on my best
behavior the last few years and
sent it in December .

Hope you voted today... no matter
how you vote..I don't care...just
vote for who you believe in.

Monday, November 06, 2006

MY SOAP BOX

"I am mad as hell, and I am not going
to take it anymore"... that is a line out
of a movie... but that is how I feel this
weekend.

I wanted to write this Saturday at 8am.
That is the time I was reading the Bonner
County Daily Bee. The headlines, made
me mad and sick to my stomach. But
I figured I should take a breather.. maybe
I am reading it wrong. I have read it 3 times
over the weekend. And I am not any better
now than I was on Saturday morning.

The headlines were Plea deal ends
high-profile battery case midstream
writing by Robert James. A reporter for the
Hagadone Newspaper network.

As I read it, I couldn't believe it. The more I
read the worse it was. They called this a
high-profile battery case. From what I read,
it seems it should have been more into
a hate crime. But then reading an article
is different than being in the court room.


The case is about a 17 year old young lady,
still a child by law... being throw in the fire,
by a adult, (the male was 21years old). After
talking about her ethnic and her parents, and
then remarks of Jew and "Jews burn". Even the
witness testified that they heard the remarks,
and they thought he acted like he didn't care,
and he wasn't sorry.

The Judge told the two sides that if they
didn't come to a plead bargain, she would
call a dismissal of the case as SHE thought
it was accidental!!. She decided this even though
there were several witness and the victim, who
testified.

Accidental? Dragging a young lady 10 feet while
saying... "You are a Jew... Jews burn"? He grabbed
her by her waist and carried her (dragged according
to another witness) and dropped her in to the fire?
Accidental? Why, because the victim thought he
was joking around? She thought it was a joke until
he threw her in to the fire? Accidental?

Where does one get to call another Jew and Jew's burn,
ok with society? And then act on it. Even if you stretch
this to the point of he was joking..(although it seems the
other witness didn't think he was), that makes it ok?

And for the judge not to let the trial finish,
'but to add insult to injury... to say something to
the fact, (the reporter reported, the father heard
the judge say) "BOYS WILL BE BOYS"?. He
heard the judge say, she had two boys of her own
and felt that kids will be kids"? I surely hope the
judge does not allow HER son's to get away with
such remarks about Jewish people. If she really
felt this way, she should have excused herself
from the case.

The Prosecutor confirmed that the plea was
largely the judge's idea? That he didn't feel comfortable
elaborating? Is the "good old boy system" still alive?

Boundary County people have worked hard to get
rid of the "Deliverance" attitude that once was up
there, and still exist in a small way. They don't deserve
to have this ugliness reawaken in their community.

North Idaho has worked hard to get rid of the Aryan
Nation attitude, with hard work from the Human Rights
committee's. Sandpoint, the area where the judge is
from, where she walks by every day to work, the works
called Tolerance. Is this her notion of Tolerance?

I feel the victim was victimized twice. Once by Mr. Davis
and once by the judge/system. Hopefully, there will be
another judge to decide the sentence, as they say
that is still pending.

Will this be swept under the rug, with wrongs of
yesterdays? Will this young lady be harassed,
as the judge has said it is ok, if you are joking?

Will I be just one small voice in the vacuum, yelling
THIS IS WRONG!!! THIS IS WRONG!!! Some one
do something about this!! For the young ladies sake
http://www.bonnercountydailybee.com/articles/2006/11/04/news/news01.txt


When ever I can... I try to be fair. So because of the
post above... I am going to print out what I read
else where...by someone who didn't feel comfortable
signing their name. Normally, I don't give a name
less person, the time of day. But in this case, I will.
So I will let you read it. And you decide........
Some one close to the story had this to say....
(in their own words)

And now the rest of the story... Amazing how
2 hours of testimony has been reduced to a couple
of paragraphs. I would expect more out of
Mr. James since he is an attorney himself.
I am sure he has taken part in many plea negotiations.
It is unfortunate that he did not report more
of the facts presented at the hearing. In no way
am I saying what Mr. Davis did is right. It was
extremely stupid. Not a surprise though for an
intoxicated young man. I don't see where it
mentions that the vicitim in this case was also
drinking. This was a party of young kids doing
what they do..being stupid. I don't see any where
that the victim was asked by her friends if she
wanted to leave that party after the incident.
She declined and stay there. She has no recolection
of what she did though. She only indicated that
she left a friends home at 5am the next morning.
As for the religious overtones, the discussion was
about her fathers religion (catholic) and her
mothers (muslim) and Mr. Davis then concluded
in his warped brain that "oh that must make
you a Jew" The victim in this case is not jewish
by the way. His actions were totally inappropriate
and absolutley STUPID. Were they felonias....
should he be prison bound? I would guess there
is much more to this story than we have heard.
Plea bargains happen every day, all day in every
Court house in the US. It ia always the responsibility
of the Prosecuting attorney. for him to pass the buck
on to the Judge is spineless. good day."

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Week with Misty2

This is Misty's first snow... it almost is up to her belly....


The cat can't believe that Misty would eat the snow...

Friday, November 03, 2006

Staying away from Politics....

I am sick of the games they play.
As everyone else is. I still think they
should have a deadline for the nastiness.
July 1st. After that, it should all be about
what they can do for us and our county/
country.

So what vehicle was your favorite and what
one was the one you hated, or dislike a lot?

Let's get the bad one over first. It was a 1966
Jeep Wagon. You know the big one where it
came out like the trucks, but was a station
wagon.

That Jeep hated me. I think I might have blogged
about this vehicle before. It left me high and dry.
No jack, no lug wrench to change my tire. I had
brand new, that day... tires. Why would I need
them? I guess that is what the guy at the tire
place must have figured, as he forgot to put them
back in. So a guy with a backhoe lifted it up and
had a lug wrench. This Jeep would leak oil. Not
when my husband drove it. Only when I did. The
back window would fall down for no reason. It was
suppose to be a crank down on the outside. I hated
that vehicle. After 6 things that went wrong, I refuse
to drive it. Drove the old 57 Chevy pick up instead.
Which was always reliable.

My favorite was a 1972 Ford Ranger XL pickup.
Black. 3/4 ton. Wonderful mufflers that rattled
so well, when you went down a hill. Loved those
mufflers.sounded like Smitty's. It drove to R.I. from Washington state.And back, pulling a trailer one
time and a car the next.

And one time when it was challenged by a
International Scout..(really, he thought he had a
chance...lol ..lol... pity the fool) and the Ford pulled
it down towards the waterfront. When I drove it
across the yard from one side to the other, it
sounded so great. It was almost like it strutted. I
know, it was just a truck. But to me...
it was A TRUCK!!!. THE TRUCK....

When I was in R.I. my father said I should get
rid of it. I told him, never, I would make a flower
bed out of the back of it in my yard before I would
let go. But sadly, after my husband died, I had to
let it go. Last I saw of it, it was going down the
road with a teenager behind the wheel.

Gosh, I miss THAT TRUCK!!

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Some People You Meet thru Blogs

Some people you meet thru blogs, be it
in person or just reading blogs and leaving
comments, you get attached.
Those of you with computers (I print this
out for computer less friends), go click on
CdaDave. You will want to read his blog.
As he will stop blogging soon. He is moving on.
So this is going to be your last chance to
get the real story about Cda, Id.
CDADAVE, has always been a fountain of
information on Cda, sports, and can't be beat
on music. And the more unusual, and some
times rarely heard, the sharper he is on it.
He has a wonderful wit. Some times it makes
you smile, and some times it is almost,blow
coffee out your nose, funny. And even when he
rants at the injustice of the world, he can do it
with humor as well. And still yet, have you thinking.
He is a shy man, so don't know if any of the bloggers
have actually met CDADAVE. But thru his blogs you
almost feel like you know him. He surely will be missed.
I know we all hope he will start up a new one when he
gets settled. And hope he checks in at HBO from time
to time, to let us all know he is doing alright.
I know, I for one, will miss him. :-(

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Happy Free Candy Day

What you haven't heard of this day?

It is the day after Halloween. It is
celebrated mostly in offices and
break rooms.

It is being celebrated more and more
in the past 5 years as the kid count
gets lower.

It is where the childrenless people
bring their candy into the break room
to get rid of it.

And now it is 54 days to Christmas.